Amorphous thing, the snow, the way it stands In admonition, melting with our lands A little at a time so no one knows Tha t ever passing days have changed the snows From soft and downy things to blue-steel ice. Jagged and crystal now, the hard device Of rhythmic time is the snow's transposing stare..
"Genesis On Ice,"
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 2.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss1/2